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"Hey, relax. Everything's fine," Clara says as my brother returns to his table, grabbing my hand over the table again. "I don’t know, Clara. I'm pretty sure my dad will be a problem for us at this moment where I really don’t need any more problems. And I don't know if I can control myself if he decides to come talk to me." Clara takes a deep breath and thinks about what to say, but instead of saying anything, she decides to raise her hand and order a bottle of wine. That makes me laugh. "I think it'll be easier to get you drunk and force you to relax instead of asking you nicely." "I think you're right," I laugh again and and I fill my glass once the bottle arrives. The food is as delicious as ever, Clara is just as lovely as the day I met her and the wine is affecting me more th